Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, -
Comes a still voice,Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more

In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist

Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go

To mix forever with the elements,

To be a brother to the insensible rock,

And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon.

'Thou shalt lie down

With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings,
The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good,
Fair forms and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.

The hills,

Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, -the vales,

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

That make the meadows green; and poured round all,
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,

Are but the solemn decorations all

Of the great tomb of man.'"

III.-Tranquillity.

("Subdued" force, gentle and level utterance.)

1.[CONSTANTINOPLE, ON THE EVE OF THE LAST ASSAULT.]- Mrs.

Hemans.

"The streets grow still and lonely; and the star,
The last bright lingerer in the path of morn,
Gleams faint; and in the very lap of war,
As if young Hope with Twilight's ray were born,
Awhile the city sleeps:-her throngs, o'erworn
With fears and watchings, to their homes retire;
Nor is the balmy air of day-spring torn
With battle sounds; the winds in sighs expire;
And Quiet broods in mists, that veil the sunbeam's fire."

2.- [CONTEMPLATION.]— Moir.

"The sea is waveless as a lake ingulfed

'Mid sheltering hills, without a ripple spreads

Of flickering day have from its surface died,
Leaving it garbed in sunless majesty.

With bosoming branches round, yon village hangs
Its rows of lofty elm trees; silently

Towering in spiral wreaths to the soft sky,

The smoke from many a cheerful hearth ascends,
Melting in ether.

"As I gaze, behold

The evening star illumines the blue south
Twinkling in loveliness. O holy star,
Thou bright dispenser of the twilight dews,
Thou herald of Night's glowing galaxy,
And harbinger of social bliss! how oft,
Amid the twilights of departed years,
Resting beside the river's mirror clear,
On trunk of mossy oak, with eyes upturned
To thee in admiration, have I sat

Dreaming sweet dreams, till earth-born turbulence
Was all forgot, and thinking that in thee,
Far from the rudeness of this jarring world,
There might be realms of quiet happiness!

3.- [PEACE.]-Anonymous.

"Lovely art thou, O Peace! and lovely are thy children; and lovely are the prints of thy footsteps in the green valleys.

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'Blue wreaths of smoke ascend through the trees, and betray the half-hidden cottage: the eye contemplates well-thatched ricks and barns bursting with plenty: the peasant laughs at the approach of winter.

"White houses peep through the trees; cattle stand cooling in the pool; the casement of the farm-house is covered with jessamine and honeysuckle; the stately green-house exhales the perfume of summer climates.

"Children climb the green mound of the rampart; and ivy holds together the half-demolished buttress.

"The lame, the blind, and the aged, repose in hospitals. “Justice is dispensed to all: law sits steady on her throne.”

4.- [SABBATH MORNING.]-Grahame.

"How still the morning of the hallowed day!
Mute is the voice of rural labor, hushed

The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.
The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath
Of tedded grass, mingled with faded flowers,
That yestermorn bloomed waving in the breeze.
Sounds the most faint attract the ear, - the hum
Of early bee, the trickling of the dew,

The distant bleating midway up the hill.
Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud.
To him who wanders o'er the upland leas,
The blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale;
And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark
Warbles his heaven-tuned song; the lulling brook
Murmurs more gently down the deep-worn glen;
While from yon cottage-roof whose curling smoke
O'ermounts the mist, is heard, at intervals,
The voice of psalms, — the simple song of praise."

66 MODERATE FORCE.

I.-"Grave" Style.

(Tone smooth, but inclining to deep.)

1.- [ADMONITION.] — Anonymous.

" "Tis not in man

To look unmoved upon that heaving waste,
Which, from horizon to horizon spread,
Meets the o'erarching heavens on every side,
Blending their hues in distant faintness there.
""Tis wonderful! - and yet, my boy, just such
Is life. Life is a sea as fathomless,

As wide, as terrible, and yet sometimes
As calm and beautiful. The light of heaven
Smiles on it; and 't is decked with every hue
Of glory and of joy. Anon dark clouds
Arise; contending winds of fate go forth;
And Hope sits weeping o'er a general wreck.
"And thou must sail upon this sea, a long

Eventful voyage. The wise may suffer wreck,-
The foolish must. Oh! then be early wise!
Learn from the mariner his skilful art

To ride upon the waves, and catch the breeze,
And dare the threatening storm, and trace a path
'Mid countless dangers, to the destined port
Unerringly secure. Oh! learn from him
To station quick-eyed Prudence at the helm,
To guard thy sail from Passion's sudden blasts,
And make Religion thy magnetic guide,
Which, though it trembles as it lowly lies,
Points to the light that changes not,

- in heaven."

2.[COSROU'S ADDRESS TO MIRZA.] — Hawksworth.

"Be not offended: I boast of no knowledge that I have not received. As the sands of the desert drink up the drops of the rain, or the dew of the morning, so do I also, who am but dust, imbibe the instructions of the Prophet. Believe, then, it is he who tells thee, all knowledge is profane which terminates in thyself; and by a life wasted in speculation, little even of this can be gained. When the gates of paradise are thrown open before thee, thy mind shall be irradiated in a moment: here, thou canst do little more than pile error upon error, - there thou shalt build truth upon truth. Wait, therefore, for the glorious vision.

"Much is in thy power; and therefore much is expected of thee. Though the Almighty only can give virtue, yet, as a prince, thou mayest stimulate those to beneficence, who act from no higher motive than immediate interest: thou canst not produce the principle, but mayst enforce the practice. Let thy virtue be thus diffused; and if thou believest with reverence, thou shalt be accepted above.

"Farewell! May the smile of Him who resides in the heaven of heavens, be upon thee; and against thy name, in the volume of His will, may happiness be written!"

II.-"Serious" Style.

(Tone, smooth and level, but spirited.)

1.-[USES OF KNOWLEDGE.]-Alison.

"One great end to which all knowledge ought to be employed, is the welfare of humanity. Every science is the foundation of some art beneficial to men; and while the study of it leads us to see the

beneficence of the laws of nature, it calls upon us also to follow the great end of the Father of nature, in their employment and application.

"I need not say what a field is thus opened to the benevolence of knowledge; I need not tell you, that, in every department of learning, there is good to be done to mankind. I need not remind you, that the age in which we live has given us the noblest examples in this kind, and that science now finds its highest glory in improving the condition, or in allaying the miseries of humanity.”

2.-[EARLY RISING.]-Hurd.

"Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
The breath of night's destructive to the hue
Of every flower that blows. Go to the field,
And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps
Soon as the sun departs: Why close the eyes
Of blossoms infinite, ere the still moon
Her oriental veil puts off? Think why,
Nor let the sweetest blossom be exposed
That nature boasts, to night's unkindly damp.
Well may it droop, and all its freshness lose,
Compelled to taste the rank and poisonous steam
Of midnight theatre, and morning ball.
Give to repose the solemn hour she claims;
And, from the forehead of the morning, steal
The sweet occasion. Oh! there is a charm
That morning has, that gives the brow of age
A smack of youth, and makes the lip of youth
Breathe perfumes exquisite. Expect it not,
Ye who till noon upon a down bed lie,
Indulging feverish sleep, or, wakeful, dream
Of happiness no mortal heart has felt,

But in the regions of romance."

3.[COUNSELS OF POLONIUS TO LAERTES.]-Shakspeare.

"These few precepts in thy memory

Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;